It was a view of a park in Islamabad, shining in the morning light. People were jogging there. A man was observable between all of them. He was a 25 years old young boy, wearing a black tracking suit, running fast on the track. His height, charming face features, goldfish skin complexion, athletic body all were impressive. His hair was scattered randomly on her broad forehead. Dark gray eyes were shining brightly. Little stylish beard and cold expression on his face made everyone stop for a while and look at him. He was attractive and awesome. The girls around her wanted to get close to him but couldn't dare to do it due to his serious behavior.
He was running carelessly without looking at other people around him. There was sweat on his forehead and neck. He was wiping it with a small towel that was around his neck. After four laps, he stopped near a bench and picked up a bottle of water . He took some sips and looked around. The girls were staring at him as if they had nothing else to do. He did not pay any attention towards them and walked towards the outside of the park. His house was near this park. He reached the main gate of his house, walking on the footpath. The gatekeeper quickly opened the gate. He entered the lawn of the house.
"Hello sir." The gatekeeper said respectfully . He headed inside without looking at him. His house was a luxurious bungalow lined with employees. It showed that he was rich. Gardeners were taking care of the plants in the yard. Security guards were standing at several places, including the entrance. Two maids were cleaning the house and a butler was making breakfast. He also had a personal body man who did all his work. As he entered the lounge, his body man, Zaheer, moved towards him and took the towel from him.
"Hello sir," he said politely.
"Have you done my packing?" He asked in an expressionless tone.
"Yes Sir, " Zaheer left to bring juice for him and he sat down on the sofa of the lounge. He had just turned on the TV when a 18-year-old girl came down the stairs towards him. She was looking like a beautiful doll wearing a pink blouse over blue jeans.
"Bro." Hasaan's lips slightly smiled as he saw her. He opened his arms for her. Zonaira smiled happily and hugged him .
"Good morning, " she said.
"Good morning. You awoke late " he said looking at her. She made a face.
" I slept late at night, " she told him.
" Why? " He asked.
" Mama was crying at midnight," she said. Hasaan got anxious
" She will be fine in a few days. I am going to Mirpur today. You have to take good care of her." He advised her. Meanwhile, Zaheer brought a glass of juice for Him which he grabbed and put to his lips.
" I will take good care of her but who will take care of you there?" she said naughtily. Hasaan gazed at her.
"I know very well how you take care. I am telling you. Don't tease Mama, otherwise …." he was saying when Zunera interrupted him.
"I don't do anything. It happens automatically." She said with an innocent face and grabbed the glass of juice from his hand.
"Yeah, I'm aware of your innocence." Hasaan nodded satirically. She glared at him after sipping the juice.
"You mean I'm clever?" she asked with narrow eyes.
"No. You're an innocent little girl. You don't do anything. Everything just happens automatically." he acted scared.
Zunera laughed out loud. Hasaan smiled. Her smile was so mesmerizing that it would ensorcell everyone. He couldn't help but smile at Zoni's acts.
"Don't say anything to my daughter. She is my life. I forget all the miseries of life because of her." A woman said coming close to them. They both stood respectfully as they saw her.
" Mama." Hasaan held her hand and sat her on the sofa.
"Zoni told me that you cried at night. " Hassan said, sitting next to her. Zoni sat on the other side of her. She just downed her head with teary eyes. They both became sad.
"Mama. Please keep your promise. If I know again that you cried, I will not keep my promise either." He warned.
"You're the one who keeps your word without making a promise." She said smiling. Hasaan felt calm seeing her smile.
"I will keep my promise. I will bring Mah e Roo to you. She will be with you soon." Hasaan reassured her.
"when? I don't even know whether She is fine or not. Please try to bring her as soon as possible. You will recognize her, won't you?" she said dismally.
"Yes, I will recognize her by the color of her eyes and by the mole on her face," he said, recalling his childhood.
She also smiled remembering that moment. Hasaan saw the twinkle in her eyes and realized that she was thinking the same moment that he was thinking about. He met maah e roo when she was a baby of one day. He kissed her also.
"Hey, can someone tell me how she looks?" Zoni said curiously.
"You will see when she comes here. Mama, you will take care of yourself instead of crying. I am going to Mirpur to bring her here." Hasaan firstly addressed Zoni and then advised the mother . She shook her head in affirmation.
"will you stay in a hotel there?" Zoni asked.
"Yes. But if I will have to stsy there longer, I will buy a house."
"I think you should take a house on rent as soon as you go there so that we will come there too. We cannot live away from you for so many days? " Mama said.
"Yes, that's right," zuni said in a supportive manner.
"Okay. First of all , I'll find Mah e Roo and then I'll think about it."
"I'm so excited to see my cousin. send me her picture when you find her. OK?" zoni said excitedly .
"Okay. As you order " She raised her head with pride as Hasaan said. They both smiled.
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